POEM: Winter

cabin fever,

pent-up through a maddening winter

crated winter vegetables
in pantry and cellar,
staples in barrels

amber light filters through the trees
three hours either side of mid-day

a deer, nose down,
roots for nourishment
in the leaf litter between snow pack

the line between blissful solitude
and mania is thin and ghostly

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